My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1122

Disappointment sank into Kristopher’s gut like a stone. He exhaled sharply, shoulders slumping, and trailed the officer to the patrol car. Tomorrow, he thought. There was always tomorrow.

At the Morrison family’s sprawling estate…

Carrie barely stepped through the door before her family swarmed her. The IV needle was tugged free from her arm, and a cluster of family doctors hovered, their murmurs blending into a low hum.

“I am fine, really,” Carrie said, her voice soft but fraying at the edges. She cast a pleading glance at the ambulance doctor, silently begging for help.

The doctor caught her look and stepped forward, raising a hand to quiet the room. “We have completed all necessary checks. Ms. Campbell requires rest, nothing more.”

He handed a crisp examination report to the family’s physicians.

After scanning the document, one of the family doctors nodded. “Indeed, rest is all she needs.”

they guided Carrie toward her

of space, felt stifling

room, his brow furrowing at the lack of provisions. “Carrie, are you hungry? Name anything—our chef can whip it up, or I will have your favorite restaurant send someone to

chin, snapped his fingers. “We have sleep aids in the house. I will ask the maid to fetch them. You can rest properly after taking

earnest. “Carrie, just say the word, and

warmed Carrie’s heart, but exhaustion dulled her ability to respond. She stood there,

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reek from that garbage truck. Someone should help her bathe, and we can bring the sleep aids my

attentive, offered, “I will

head, her voice quiet but resolute. “I appreciate it, but I would rather sleep alone for now.

enough. I will have the kitchen prepare porridge. Even if you do not feel like eating, you must

lips. “All right,” she conceded, her shoulders

eager to help, turned to the maid. “Bring a variety of bath products—something to